The Real Ironclad Backing of Japan's Ugly Society

In Japanese society, there were several things you simply could not touch.

One was the lords of the financial conglomerates, one was the lords of the aristocracy, one was the lords of the government, and beyond them were the American daddies.

Of course, ordinary people would never encounter any of them in their lives.

But if they were unfortunate enough to run into one, things became troublesome.

Fujino noticed this, and Sato noticed it too.

Tough Woman Miss was still rather impulsive. She asked bluntly, "Mr. Kataoka, do you know that person?"

"..."

Kataoka merely held a cigarette between his lips, glanced into Sato's eyes, and remained silent.

"I know what you're worried about."

Fujino sensed that the atmosphere was a little off. "We're only conducting a routine inquiry. We need to find out who the other party is, otherwise it'll be difficult to handle. After all, it's procedure."

After hearing that, Kataoka considered it for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Do you have evidence that that car killed someone?"

"We..."

"There's no conclusion yet."

Fujino immediately cut Sato off and said in a deep voice, "For now, we don't know whether it was that car. We're only investigating it because it's a suspected vehicle. We came to ask you precisely to get to the bottom of this matter, and we hope you'll cooperate with our work."

What Kataoka meant was: I don't want to be the one who identifies him and then becomes the key witness who gets him convicted. I'm afraid of retaliation.

Of course, it was also possible that he wanted to tip someone off and gain some leverage by currying favor with a lord.

And what Fujino's words probably meant was: We already know he was the one who hit the victim, but it doesn't matter